Like thirst, Qin Manjiang's stomach immediately screamed.

He immediately replied the same as he had just answered, and said again:

"Go down to the bottom of the well and I'll look for something to eat!"

He behaved like a scumbag who was used to drawing cakes, but now he really couldn't think of any other way than this way to delay time.

Can you conjure up food and drink for it?

This time, however, he couldn't delay long.

"Poof—"

He reached the bottom of the well.

The moss on the stone wall emitted a faint green light, illuminating Qin Manjiang's heart.

The female ghost on her back was still there, but she didn't say a word.

Qin Manjiang carried it on his back, but he didn't feel tired, he just ...... Something scary.

He looked up at the wellhead above him, it was so dark that he couldn't see the night sky at all, and he couldn't see Miss Lin Yanqing Lin who was following him.

What the hell is going on?

Moreover, the bottom of this well is much bigger than he imagined!

A row of gravel paths stretched out into the darkness under the green moss.

Qin Manjiang looked at the bottomless darkness and didn't know what this powerful ghost on his back meant.

What about the others who came down first?

What about the people behind themselves?

Why am I the only one now......

At this moment, a white light suddenly lit up in the depths of the dark well.

Two colorful boys and girls dressed in paper figures, one carrying a white paper lantern, walked out stiffly:

"Distinguished guests come to ......"

"Distinguished guests come to ......"

The voices of the two paper figures were gloomy, although there was a smile on their faces, but there was no smile, their voices were like the little guys who welcomed guests in front of the theater.

With a lift of their hands carrying the lamps, they illuminated the small stone path.

Does this mean that I want to go down this path?

Qin Manjiang couldn't figure out what this weird game was trying to do, if a ghost was just to kill someone, it would take so many twists and turns?

This is completely beyond Qin Manjiang's understanding of the ghosts in the weird talk game.

It's not like a ghost of pure malice at all, it has a mind of its own, it does want to kill, but the way it kills...... It seems to have a sense of ritual.

The white gravel zigzagged into the depths, and Qin Manjiang just stepped on it, and suddenly asked, "Excuse me, is there anything to eat and drink here?" I have a friend who is hungry. ”

The white mist under his feet was filled, and wisps of chill condensed after Qin Manjiang's voice, and faintly, he heard a small and strange sound, as if many people were sobbing.

The sound of sobbing was particularly eerie in the oppressive environment at the bottom of the well.

But...... Qin Manjiang suddenly felt a lightness behind him, and the chill that soaked into the bone marrow disappeared abruptly.

The arm that was wrapped around the front of the neck was also gone.

It's gone?!

At the moment when the ghost left, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt that his shoulder was patted.

He broke out in a cold sweat!

Who?!

Turning his head, he saw a beautiful face only half a meter away from him.

Is it Lin Yanqing?

"I didn't see you just now, but I suddenly saw you......" She looked at Qin Manjiang, her face full of makeup was extraordinarily gorgeous, but it was also extraordinarily weird, "Xiao Qi, are you very hot?" ”

Qin Manjiang immediately shook his head: "It's not hot, it's just a little tired." ”

Lin Yanqing smiled, glanced at him, and said, "Come with me." ”

With that, she walked away, and looking at this familiar posture, this woman did not look like she had gone down to the bottom of this well for the first time.

Qin Manjiang hurriedly chased after the two welcome paper men under the "gaze" of the two welcome paper people.

The space at the bottom of the well, except for the small gravel path under the feet, was covered with thick moss on all four walls, and cold water droplets seeped from the cracks in the stones above, dripping on the ground, with a slight echo.

"Xiao Qi, do you know about drama?"

Lin Yanqing, who was walking in front, suddenly asked.

Qin Manjiang shook his head decisively, but before he could speak, he heard Lin Yanqing continue:

"Come to think of it, you know ......"

She turned her head lightly and looked at Qin Manjiang: "Aren't you playing...... Little Seven? ”

Qin Manjiang was shocked, and goosebumps all over his body!

This woman...... Who the hell is it?!

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Above the wellhead.

Nie Yunzhen had already gone down the well, leaving only Yang and the last few troupe members still on it.

From a few dozen people just now, there are only a few people left, but there are still so many paper people around, and it is becoming more and more nervous.

None of the remaining troupe members wanted to be the last to go.

At this time, Yang still said: "I'll go down last." ”

The others wished that someone would walk behind, and when they heard this, they nodded quickly, and they couldn't wait to drill down the well.

Yang looked at their behavior and suddenly felt a little ironic.

Man is really a strange creature, and no one wants to go down first, but when everyone is almost gone, it immediately becomes that no one wants to fall behind.

At the end of the day, this is also a typical herd mentality.

The influence and pressure of the group is enough to make most people abandon their opinions, or even go against their own opinions, in order to keep their words and actions consistent with the group.

Yang slowly walked towards the wellhead, looking down at the bottomless darkness at the wellhead.

The actor who committed suicide by throwing himself into a well, why did he take revenge on the entire troupe?

In fact, the reason is not difficult to guess at all, and you can guess from the behavior and attitude of these people.

Perhaps, like Shimizu, they had a carnival of group conformity.

Wait a minute......

Yang's heart moved, and an extremely bold idea appeared in his mind.

Judging from the current situation, what this ghost wants to take revenge on is the entire theater troupe, that is, it wants to kill at least thirty or forty people!

If this is really the case, then the law of killing, is it!

Although the permanent props are not there, the brain is still there, and more importantly, although this body is not as strong as its own body, it is still usable, and it does not make Yang too unaccustomed.

He grabbed the rope and went to the bottom of the well.

Now, there is one more question that needs to be clarified.

Why did only the four of us come into this world, and the rest?

Didn't you come?

Still is...... One step ahead?

Yang thinks about all kinds of possibilities for existence, the worst of which is undoubtedly ......

Others and they are not on the same stand.

In case this ultimate game is divided into factions, the four of them belong to the [Nanzhifang] faction.

The remaining seven people belong to the [Throwing Well Drama] faction, and it is almost inevitable that one party will be wiped out.

Or even total annihilation.

After all, even if you are on the same position as the ghost, it doesn't mean that the ghost will look at them differently, the risk is the same, it's just that the task of achieving the customs clearance conditions is different.

Wish...... Don't be the second one.

Yang slid all the way to the bottom of the well.

Speaking of which, when their souls penetrate into the bodies of the members of the [Nanzhifang] troupe, what are the conditions for customs clearance?

Could it be that he sang the last Huangquan drama for the ghost and survived?

If this is the case, then there should be many twists and turns on the way to this play......